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Enemies with benefits | eleven

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe jumped off of her bike and took a deep breath, while walking towards the big, white mansion which is Rickys house. She really doesn't want to do this project, but the principal didn't let them have a choice. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So Ricky and Chloe decided to work on it again today, but Chloe nor Ricky know how to behave towards each other. It's easy to hate each other in public, but it's awkward when they're alone. And especially since that specific night. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe rang the doorbell, and almost immediately, the door opened, and Ricky nervously bit his lip, eyeing the blonde up and down. "H- hi" He said, clearing his throat. "Hello, Garcia..." Chloe murmered, trying not to look into his eyes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Come in." He said, taking a step to the left so that she could walk inside. Chloe nodded almost invisibly and walked inside, looking at the ground. She grabbed the straps of her purse tight, her knuckles turning white. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe in- and exhaled deeply, while looking down at her shoes, and Ricky nervously laced his hands together, noticing how his hands were getting clammy. "Then we should better start, I guess?" Ricky asked pointing to the staircase. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe nodded and followed him towards his bedroom. The same bedroom she stayed the night, the same bed she shared with 'a triple Z' a few days ago. The same guy she hates, but somehow, can't stop thinking about. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀They both sat down on the edge of his king size bed. Chloe bit the inside of her cheek constantly, and took out her purse. "Before we start... I uh- have your clothes." Chloe said, grabbing Rickys hoodie and sweatpants out of her bag. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She handed it him, and Ricky stared at it, a weak smile forming on his face. "Thank you that I could borrow them... Don't worry I washed and ironed them." She said, putting the clothes in front of her. Ricky nodded and took the clothes, inhaling the scent of the detergent Chloe used. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I also found your clothes back..." He said, awkwardly standing up and walking towards his closet, taking out her crop top and shorts. "They laid under my bed, and when I cleaned my bedroom, I found them. I washed them also, but I didn't manage to iron them, I'm sorry." He said, handing Chloe back her own clothes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A little giggle escaped her lips, but she immediately turned serious again. "Thank you, Ricky." She said, stuffing her clothes in her bag. She felt Ricky staring at her, while she just looked down at her lap. 'Don't look up, Chloe. Don't look into his eyes.' She demanded herself. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ricky took a new breath and exhaled deeply, while Chloe did the same. "Let's get started then..." Ricky suggested, taking the notebook he used before, and Chloe copied him, grabbing a pen. "So, where were we?" Chloe asked, looking down at her paper. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀